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Post by Ossular on Mar 4, 2019 20:54:27 GMT
The noble dropped to the ground as the cloud of poison dissipated almost as quickly as it had come from Goromitali's mouth. As Marius threw up and recoiled from his experience, the dragonborn, in an almost dog like fashion, ran his thick tongue around his mouth and over his teeth before stretching into a big yawn, followed by one more quick swish of his mouth to get the taste out of his mouth. As a dragonborn, it was a natural thing that he did, so the taste was almost like a flat, dry wine, but nothing more than that to him.
Still, though, he would make sure to buy some Dwarven whiskey to clean his mouth with later.
The child ran past as Goromitali moved up to Marius before casually kicking the rapier away from the murderous snob. Still conscious, yes, but if that had been his first experience of a poison breath, he was moderately incapacitated. Besides, the guards were on their way. "It wasss not a problem, Massster Thea Baring," he would still speak the name as had been told to him by Pip, who had now come back to the shop before the quiet dragonborn had observed several other workers coming from the back to see the commotion that had happened, head tilting in their direction as he observed them with his chartreuse eyes.
The guardsman turned to Goromitali at the claim that he had defended Thea. The dragonborn would shrug slightly. He knew the rules of Waterdeep, having stood before the board upon entering the city and read all of them twice in order to remember them to the best of his ability. Marius was a noble, right? That could possibly be seen as an expensive fine, maybe jail time, even. "I coughed," came from Goromitali before the guardsman turned toward Marius, who had begun twitching on the ground before getting manacled. Huh. Apparently, this noble was- as he had heard the humans say- an asshole.
"Will you be alright with the wound, Massster Thea Baring?" the green dragonborn would tilt his head, looking down and turning his attentive gaze upon Thea. He knew that some people weren't as hearty when it came to physical conflict, and figured, instead of going straight to the beads he was interested in, it would be more proper to check on the person selling the beads in the first place. "And will you be alright, child?" he would ask Pip as well, having never gotten the apprentice's name in any of the conversation.
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 4, 2019 21:09:39 GMT
“I will be fine, thank you,” Thea said, politely. Pip shifted against her side, and she winced a little, patting the half-elf’s head. Her hand was still pressed firmly against her side; it hurt, and the violation of it had been – well – a shock. One didn’t expect to be randomly stabbed by someone, even someone like Marius, a clearly-unhinged noble driven evidently to the point of madness by Citrine.
… Thea felt remarkably sympathetic, all things considered. She certainly understood how easy it was to be driven to the brink by Citrine. She still didn’t think Marius should have taken it out on her, although – Citrine might well have killed him, so perhaps it was for the best. Then again – Thea didn’t think Marius had any way of knowing how tough he was. With that strike? Had she been weaker, he might well have killed her. It was – unpleasant, to think that that had been his intent.
All the same, he had failed, and the sight of him groaning pitifully, vomit smeared on his expensive tunic, as the two guards carefully helped him to his feet, did quite a bit to smother any anger that Thea might have felt.
“Pip?” Thea glanced down at her side. “Are you all right?”
Pip had stopped crying by now, and looked, in truth, a little embarrassed. “I’m fine!” She pulled away from Thea, wiping her eyes one last time. “Thank you, Goromitali,” She bowed to the dragonborn.
“We’ll take care of him from now,” The first guardsman said, as the two helped Marius walk to the door. “We’ll need statements from all of you. I charge each of you to the Trades Ward guard station today, tomorrow at latest.”
“Thank you, guardsman,” Thea leaned back against the counter, just a little, sagging slightly for a moment before straightening herself back up.
Dharkand, apparently, couldn’t wait anymore; he came bursting back out, although this time not followed by any apprentices. “Thea, what happened? Are you all right? Pip, go get a healing potion from the back, quickly,” Dharkand fumbled in his pocket, extending what looked like a magical key to the apprentice.
“Yes sir!” Pip turned and ran out of the storefront, into the back.
“A man attacked me,” Thea said, looking to Dharkand. “Someone Master Thond recommended as a customer, in fact – we had better inform the guild. I believe he is well-connected and I…” Thea paused. “I would appreciate the guild’s support, if anything comes from this.”
“Understood, I – understood. What were you – why – ” Dharkand trailed off.
“It seems he’d come in several times before,” Thea said, casually. “Pip told me a customer had been scaring her, and I came to see what the fuss was about,” she glanced down at her side. “… I guess she was right to be scared.”
Dharkand frowned, slightly. “This was – I thought Pip was – ” His voice trailed off, and a fain blush appeared on his dark cheeks. “I’ll go send Master Thond a message,” he hurried back into the rest of the shop.
Thea took another deep breath, feeling a little light-headed, but still fine. Actually, the wound wasn’t much worse than the cold had been, and the shock of it seemed to have cleared her sinuses right out. “Goromitali, I owe you a great thanks,” she said, seriously, looking at the dragonborn. “Would you accept a small token of my gratitude?” Thea turned – slowly, careful not to twist – back to the table and picked up the little bowl of beads, extending them to Goromitali.
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Post by Ossular on Mar 6, 2019 23:05:56 GMT
His first day here, and Goromitali was already being called to a Guard's Station. While it wasn't how he imagined his first days spent in the City of Splendors, the Guards had proven themselves to be fair, if anything, so Goromitali would simply nod, giving a quiet "yesss" to the guardsman that was now escorting Marius out of the shop in manacles. The dragonborn turned back to Thea and Pip (who's name he had just learned) before he turned his attention to another apprentice who appeared from the back.
The monk would simply listen, his head tilting back and forth between each person that spoke in the conversation that he otherwise had no part of, the dark slits of his bright green eyes. The conversations of guilds and such were lost on Goromitali, who had been alone through most of his live, and he associated the conversation with the clans he was originally birthed into, though he knew there was a difference, so he did not remark his questions or comments, opting instead to, as he had been raised in the wilds, remain quiet.
The new apprentice left back through the doorway toward the rest of the shop. He would simply nod to Thea's appreciation. "Perhapsss you ssshould sssit. Until the apprentice Pip comesss back with the potion?" Goromitali would finally speak up, coming closer to the counter, though not leaning on it as he looked down to the small bowl of beads he had initially asked for. He inhaled quietly, looking through the bowl.
"I can," Goromitali figured he could take the luxury of accepting a small reward. It wasn't like she was offering the green dragon statue in the middle of the room, and if she had, he would have declined. Beads, though, were okay. He would take the bowl, his clawed fingers carefully looking through the available beads in the bowl. He didn't want all of them, but picked out several nice colors- a couple of greens, a couple of blues, and a yellow or two. He figured it would be enough to craft into the strings of his bracelets to commemorate the first encounter.
He would open a small sack pulled from one of the straps on his harness, opening it quickly and removing four silver pieces, setting them on the counter next to the bowl. "A tip for you and the apprentice Pip, for letting me come in and appreciate the art," the dragonborn would put the pouch back into his harness after placing the beads in there as well. "It wasss a pleasssure meeting you, Massster Thea Baring. Perhapsss we will sssee each other again in the future?"
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 7, 2019 0:33:40 GMT
Goromitali’s suggestion was a well-intentioned one, but – Thea smiled it away. Her bloodied hand was still pressed firmly into her side, the other grasping the bowl of beads. Whether it was wise or not, Thea preferred to make the offer of beads to taking a rest. That, and the light-headedness she felt wasn’t increasing; while painful, uncomfortable even, she didn’t think the wound was serious. “Thank you for your concern,” Thea said, politely, still standing.
Thea smiled again, relieved, when Goromitali reached for the bowl. She held it out, hand steady and even, as the dragonborn picked carefully and deliberately through the beads, noticing his choices: greens, blues and yellows. She approved, despite herself; somehow they seemed like good colors for the tall, quiet humanoid.
Thea hesitated when Goromitali placed the silver pieces on the counter, nearly refusing. They were far more than the worth of the beads, and he certainly had no debt to her. Then – she closed her mouth, carefully setting the bowl down. “You are most welcome,” Thea said, very seriously. “It was my honor to share the art with you,” she smiled at Goromitali, accepting the gift in the spirit it was meant. If Goromitali wished to share some coin for the pleasure of looking at the art, then, well – Thea was happy to take the compliment.
“Here’s the potion!” Pip came back out into the main shop, gripping a glass bottle of red liquid which glimmered with each step.
“Thank you, Pip,” Thea took the glass, holding it in one hand. She wrinkled her nose, then drank it down in a long, single draft.
Thea turned back to Goromitali, wanting to say goodbye to him before anything else happened. “It was a pleasure meeting you as well. I very much hope to see you again.” Thea couldn’t quite suppress a little side of relief as the torn flesh on her side knotted, leaving behind only a very faint ache and a thoroughly bloody sweater.
“It was very nice to meet you, Goromitali!” Pip piped up as well, executing a little bow. “Thank you for rescuing us!” The little half-elf smiled at him.
Thea would ruffle Pip’s hair with her clean hand as Goromitali left. “Let’s get this cleaned up?” She suggested, wrinkling her nose at the blood and vomit on the floor.
“… Ew,” Pip giggled, cheerful again. “I’m glad you’re okay, Thea,” She gave the glassblower a last hug, and dashed into the back.
Thea exhaled, the last of the adrenaline finally wearing off. She shivered, once, glancing down at the dirty red drying blood on her hand. At least Marius had put things in perspective, however crudely. She glanced back up at the door, hoping very much that she would see Goromitali again – and soon. He seemed like a good friend to have.
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